.the climb to light.
paper
c
r
u
m
b
l
e
s
bet[ ]ween
my fingers
as yet
another attempt
has gone
to
my
abyss
of poetic trash.
i desperately try
to regain
all creation
thats been
l o s t
and with
each attempt
i can f e e l
myself climbing
towards
the
*light*
but the pain
of the journey
al most
makes it seem
not worth the effort.
if only
aphrodite
would
r e l e a s e
me
and
_carry_
me
upon
her wings,
creation would then
be plentiful
as i could
never encapsulate
the spirit
of
her
radiance
with mere words
of her beauty.
o how sweet
love once was,
so distant,
and but a
fading
glimmer
in the life
that now exists
about me,
those trivial
microscopic
movements
that once
seemed so
insignificant
is now what
haunts me at night
when i long for her
-=[arms around me.]=-
so much of my
creative spirit
depends so much on
*i n s p i r a t i o n*
and without
the blessings of a
* m u s e *
i find myself
l o s t
in creation
and each piece
a poor substitute
to what once
came so easily
when
her heart,
her eyes,
and her smile
were intended
solely
for
me.
feel free to visit these url's:
.my online poetry..my artwork.
.art.
.life.